God, she has a pretty smile.Dean mused to himself, looking around the room. He was alone, and that was exactly how he felt. Alone with a side of empty.

"Like a whole damn five course misery meal." He muttered to himself as his door was almost thrown open.

"You need to get dressed." Nikki Bella ordered and he sat up.

"What?"

"I told myself that I wouldn't get involved, but now I have to. You want to be with her, obviously, because you're two steps away from crying yourself to sleep like she has been. Get your ass dressed, you're going to Hall of Fame ceremony."

"Isn't it over?" Dean asked as he stood and she handed him the tux. He wasn't going to ask how she got one so quickly, he didn't care. Something was very wrong and he could see it in the woman's eyes.

"There's a little after party with drinking, dancing, and Regal handed Casey off to Randy twenty minutes ago, and he hasn't let her go." That lit a fire under his ass. She'd never seen a man get dressed and ready so quickly, and it wasn't long before Dean was dragging her down the hall to the elevator.

Meanwhile, Casey was getting more and more terrified as time went on. Randy kept saying things about how that was how things should be. How she should be with him all the time, and not wasting her time on anything but being with him. Casey knew that her chances of getting away were slim, not without causing a scene and that's the last thing she actually wanted. She caught Brie's eye and saw her mouth just wait before giving a nod.

"Why are you doing this to me, Randy?" She asked and older man gave a laugh.

"Why am I doing what to you? I'm not doing anything, Casey. Just shut up and dance with me." The Bella nodded, tears in her eyes. This wouldn't have been happening if Dean had been with her. But she didn't blame Dean in the slightest. She blamed herself for overreacting that Tuesday afternoon. "Don't cry sweetheart, I forgive all the things you've said to me. I understand that you were overwhelmed by coming back from hiatus. I still want to be with you, Casey."

"Tough luck with that one." Dean cut in. "May I?" Casey looked between the two men, praying that one of them wouldn't make a scene. She got her wish when Randy released her and backed away, allowing Dean to step in. "You okay?"

"Better now that I'm away from him. Why'd you come down?"

"Nikki barged into my room and told me to get my shit together because you were in a potentially dangerous situation." He explained, as if it were simple, and she nodded, resting her head on his shoulder. He tilted his head so that he was resting his head on hers. Neither said anything, they just danced, small smiles on both of their faces.

Nikki and Brie leaned against the bar, taking pictures of the two on their phones.

"Seriously, you two?" John Cena asked and Nikki slapped his arm when he came close enough.

"She's happy, you ass. Let us be happy for her."

"She's twenty six. Do you really need to photo document this like a prom date?"

"Again. She's happy. Shut up." Brie stated before picking up a glass of champagne.

"You look beautiful, tonight." Dean murmured into her ear and she blushed.

"You clean up pretty nicely, yourself. I didn't think you'd ever wear a tux."

"Nikki threw it at me and told me to get dressed. When she told me that you were with Randy I was dressed and ready faster than I've ever gotten dressed before." She giggled and he mentally cheered.

"I know how you love to take your time getting dressed."

"Only when you're watching." He teased with a smirk, playing with her a piece of her wavy dark down hair and she grinned into his suit jacket. "We need to talk, Casey. Not here, it can be whenever you feel like it. The guys told me to give you space and time, but I can't wait any longer."

"Nikki and Brie told me to give you space."

"I don't need space, Casey, I need you."

"Well, let's go talk, then?" She asked with an unsure smile and he nodded.

"Let's finish this song, first."

"So, let me make sure that I'm hearing you correctly." He stated from where they sat in her hotel room. Both had already changed into pajamas and they sat on the floor cross legged and facing each other. "You want to apologize for losing your temper, when the whole argument was my technically my fault and I needed to hear what you had to say, but you're still apologizing?"

"I am. I shouldn't have snapped like that. There's a way to handle things and I did the complete opposite." She said softly, looking down at their joined hands.

"Sweetheart, I accept your apology, but let's be honest. I had to hear it like that, because I can't walk the middle road forever, you know? I want to be your boyfriend."

"Do you think you can do it?" She asked, looking up into his eyes and he shrugged.

"I won't know unless I try. So, will you be my girlfriend, Casey?"

"I would love to be your girlfriend, Dean." She murmured with a small smile and he leaned in, pressing his lips to hers softly.

"We should both get some sleep, huh?" He asked once they pulled away and she nodded. "Can I stay here?"

"Of course." He grinned and stood, taking he hands in his and pulling her up with him.

"Do you always have the bed furthest from the door?" He asked as they got comfortable in the bed and she nodded against his chest.

"I feel safer, y'know?"

"I understand." He yawned, tilting his head away from her before kissing her head. "Get some rest, babe. We've got a big day tomorrow."

"Mhm. Goodnight, Dean."

"Night, Casey."

Nikki and Brie walked into the room, Seth and Roman following behind them. They all stopped when they saw the new couple fast asleep in the bed and all four took a picture.

"I think the six of us should go to breakfast tomorrow." Nikki suggested and Brie nodded.

"For sure." Seth agreed and Roman nodded.

"Goodnight, ladies."

"Night." They called a bit too loudly and Dean opened his eyes, looking at the four standing by the door and seeing their smiles and smirks of approval. He only raised his middle finger to his lips with a tired smirk before shutting his eyes and going back to sleep.